The beginning of the end of my humanity started with an ancient game of cards called "Poker." It had been about three months since Jenifer had left me and the thought of spending my off hours alone in my cabin was depressing, so when I was invited to join a game, I readily accepted. I was the lead Operations Engineer for Hexagon Energyne, which had been con...
My eyes opened wide as sunlight streamed through the fabric panels hung on over the wall window. For a second I didn't realize where I was, and the noises of deep male breathing next to me added to my disorientation. Where? I was in my bedroom, not a detention center. Thank gawd! Who? Oh, shit, Roger. My husband laid next me, something he hadn't done in...
It's tough being a God, ladies and gentlemen. People think it's all power and glory but they forget about the one thing which drives everything among intelligent beings. The pernicious and inescapable fabric of politics. That's why I left Home, and came to the planet Earth. I have built a new life for myself in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I'm J...
For those not familiar with Playboy magazine, Asa Baber writes a column on men each month, usually a masculinist interpretation of relationships with women. His essay in the December, 95 issue was titled "multisexual in 1996," and started as an exploration of bisexuality when one of his old cronies confessed to a new found sexual identity. However, Baber ran...
Laboratory Journal AV Autorecorded 2022.01.01 "Dr. Dan Cooper here, this cheery New Year's Day. Appropriate. It's time to move to the next and final phase of my experiment: a proof-of-concept of my prosthetic skin systems...with a few extras added. I've added a nano-layer of synthetic muscle underneath my latest skin, and sculpted it into a form I find...w...
What am I? Man, God or Monster? Messiah, Impostor or Savior? Those are the questions I've been asking myself lately. I thought I knew who I was. Jacob LeJeune. Son of Samson and Evelyn LeJeune of Boston, Massachusetts. A Haitian-American student enrolled at Wilkinson College. A decent Volleyball player. A lover of Japanese comics, especially anime. That's me...
(Inspired by Seduced On The Bridge by Little White Mouse) "Oh! My! God! We're on a spaceship!" What else could it be? The room was right out of Star Trek; circular, with walls festooned with consoles and display screens, flashing multicolor lights and strange hieroglyphics. The ceiling was a dark gray with vented air ducts arranged like a chessboard. Four...
Bodegraven, Amsterdam, Monday, 07 October, 2052 07:35 Marcus was confused. Should he try to get Agnes his robotic maid back from the fundamentalists or just let her die? After all she wasn't a real person, she was just a machine. Losing her shouldn't be more traumatic to him than losing a phone or calculator. But could he just let her be ripped apart just...
Growing light, coming out of the long sleep. Lobsang wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious after the crash: it must have been days. It was a twenty by thirty room he found himself in, dank and fetid with the stink of several unwashed men. A distance light source, that grudgingly illuminated. A face noticed he was awake. An older face, creased and wrin...
To my fellow mundane humans--especially the men: It's a raw, well-worn cliche at this point to reference A.C.C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femenalia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind...